Sensitive Skin

Closing time at the spa. Eric's skin won't tolerate the sunlight so Christina Lynn bends the rules and lets him slip in after hours. He guards that hypersensitive skin like it's sacred; won't even let her touch him until she rinses the oil off her hands, then climbs onto the table. He can’t hide the hard-on and apologizes for it, telling her straight that she looks fucking hot. Her slippery body slides over his and he thinks it can’t feel any more intense—until he finally lines his cock up to that warm, oiled pussy and eases inside. It’s a level of sensitivity he’s never met before. Every inch inside her tight, drenched cunt thrums through him so hard he’s convinced he might lose his mind right there on the table.